Chapter 89

Of course, it's impossible to reply to everyone's questions. The technical department will monitor the questions that are asked most frequently and pass them on to Donggua, who will then ask Sanpang.

"Sanpang, are you really a fat guy?" This is a question that most readers are very curious about. Although Donggua knows that Sanpang is not fat, she still passed this question to him for an answer.

Liu Meng smiled and replied, "I used to be fat, and I might be fat in the future!"

Once the answer was given, many readers began to speculate on what the fat guy's response meant. Is he fat now? Everyone started asking questions, but Donggua would no longer continue to ask.

Some readers began to speculate that he is still fat, which is where the nickname "Sanpang" comes from.

The Sanjiang interview page became increasingly crazy, with countless readers leaving messages. The number of readers joining in was still growing, and it was impossible to see everyone's comments. The high-frequency questions could only be tracked through the backend program, as the comments were being drowned out too quickly.

Yan Hui, seeing this grand scene, was very excited and thrilled. He had been waiting for this day all along. To dominate the web literature world, this was the beginning. He could already see the future thriving development of Dianmiao Chinese Literature Network.

Without a doubt, this grand event would certainly attract many interested readers to become authors on Dianmiao, and it would also increase the number of members. Once the "reward" activity was launched, the number of paying members would surge to over 100,000.

"Please calm down, everyone. I know you have many questions for Sanpang. Due to time constraints, we have selected the top ten questions that are asked most frequently by readers. Let's have Sanpang answer them one by one!"

Donggua hadn't expected the readers to be so curious and enthusiastic. In the past, many readers would just watch the Sanjiang interviews without commenting.

After all, it was Sanpang who successfully created a sense of mystery. There were too many points of curiosity, unlike other big names whose information was already well-known, and readers had already learned everything they wanted to know, naturally losing interest.

"Great God Sanpang, you update 20,000 words every day, and after this interview, you will update even more based on the number of participating readers, possibly over 250,000 words. How do you manage to update so quickly and maintain high quality? Do you have a stockpile of chapters? Is 'Return to Ming' already finished?"

"Without accumulating small steps, one cannot reach a thousand miles. Without accumulating small streams, one cannot form a river. My typing speed is not slow, but it is still built up word by word, just like other authors. I do have some stockpiled chapters. 'Return to Ming' will be completed within two weeks after the interview. As for updates, you can ask Editor Donggua in the future, as she will be fully responsible." Liu Meng smiled and replied.

Donggua, upon seeing this, secretly cursed Sanpang for being cunning. In the future, readers would come to her for updates, and he would be out of the picture. She felt quite annoyed and looked for any explosive questions to throw at him.

Jiang Dajiao, who rarely declined all his social engagements, also came home tonight to watch the Sanjiang interview on Dianmiao Chinese Literature Network with his daughter, Jiang Yuehan.

Of course, Jiang Dajiao wouldn't just be like other readers. As a big boss, he also needed to evaluate the potential of Dianmiao Chinese Literature Network. The overwhelming popularity tonight made him very satisfied. He smiled and boasted to his daughter, "Your dad has good judgment, right? By adding the condition of signing 'Return to Ming' for investment, we immediately outpaced other websites. We aim to be the best, and that's my style in business."

Jiang Yuehan pouted, showing disdain, "Who was it that looked down on web literature, saying it couldn't be considered high art? Now you're also following 'Return to Ming'!"

Speaking of this, Jiang Dajiao became interested again, "Is the interview page now at 200,000 people? Will there be 200,000 updates? This will be a satisfying read. I haven't stayed up all night reading a novel in a long time. Back when I was in school, there were few novels. I had to borrow them from classmates and return them the next day. I always read them with a flashlight under the covers. Thinking back, although we lacked material things, it was truly a time to remember."

Jiang Dajiao still fondly remembered those times, immersed in the world of martial arts, completely forgetting everything around him, feeling very happy.

Jiang Yuehan quickly covered her ears, kicking her feet and saying, "You're reminiscing about your glorious past again. I've heard it 800 times, my ears are calloused!"

"You brat!" Jiang Dajiao wasn't angry, still petting his precious daughter's forehead affectionately.

Father and daughter laughed and played, looking at the top of the interview page. The host, Donggua, was asking another question, "In 'Return to Ming,' the protagonist has many beautiful women. Great God Sanpang, in real life, are you also a handsome guy who is popular among many beautiful women? Also, I always feel that the author of 'Return to Ming' should be a sloppy uncle. How old are you, Great God Sanpang?"

Jiang Dajiao, seeing this question, had a knowing look and smiled at his daughter, "Indeed, without a certain foundation and life experience, one cannot write 'Return to Ming.' I also think Sanpang must be over 30, maybe even 40."

"I don't think so. I bet Sanpang is under 25. Want to bet?" His daughter, who always contradicted him, was very confident.

"What will we bet?" Jiang Dajiao, who was used to this, said confidently.

"A Beetle!" Jiang Yuehan was also very confident. After saying this, father and daughter stared at the computer screen.

Sanpang took a long time to reply to this question.

"In real life, I have indeed been beaten by many beautiful women, but it was their fists that left bruises on my body. I wonder if this is what the reader meant. As for my age, I am under 25, but I look old and am often called an uncle."

After nearly five minutes, the readers, who were anxiously waiting, finally saw the reply.

Jiang Yuehan stood up with a victorious gesture, her face flushed with excitement. She had a woman's intuition and didn't expect to guess correctly. She looked at her father, who was sulking, with a smug expression.

She touched her father's cheek and laughed, "Smile, it's just a Beetle!"

"It's not that I don't want to buy it for you, but I'm worried about your safety when driving. I think it's better to have the driver take you. I really don't feel comfortable with you driving. Besides, you don't often go to school; you always stay at home. What do you need a car for?" Jiang Dajiao, who didn't expect to lose, tried to talk his way out of it.

Xiaohan immediately became unhappy, pouting and threatening, "I'm going to work at Dianmiao Chinese Literature Network. I've already submitted my resume. It's more convenient to drive myself. Dad, I'll be very careful. I'll honor the bet, so buy me the car."

Jiang Dajiao raised his eyebrows and laughed, "You just submitted your resume. You haven't even had the interview yet. How do you know you'll get the job?"

Xiaohan thought, "I don't need to submit a resume. With your status as a major shareholder, would Yan Hui dare not let me in? Submitting a resume is just to show my capabilities and not let Donggua look down on me." Seeing her father's sly look, she immediately understood and huffed, "If you make Yan Hui not hire me, I'll ignore you forever."

Seeing his precious daughter really angry, Jiang Dajiao immediately lost his momentum and had no choice but to comfort her, "Alright, Xiaohan, my dear daughter, you can work at Dianmiao Chinese Literature Network, and you can drive yourself, but you must text me regularly. Otherwise, I won't be able to work in peace."

Jiang Yuehan, knowing her father cared, immediately smiled, making her father feel like he was basking in a warm breeze. She kissed her father's cheek hard.

Donggua, not expecting Sanpang to answer so cleverly, felt a bit不服气 (unconvinced) and quickly looked for a more challenging question. Her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Sanpang, sorry, not to be disrespectful, but I feel this is a more intimate way to address you. The female characters in the book are all very distinctive. Which type do you prefer? The cute and innocent Han Youniang, the seductive and mischievous Ma Lian'er, the gentle and kind Yutangchun, the lively and innocent Xuelimei... Oh, and one last question about Sanpang's romantic status: single, in a relationship, or in a polyamorous relationship?"

Sanpang, seeing this question, felt a headache. How to answer such a question? He was very dissatisfied with the question chosen by the host Donggua.

However, he still thought about how to answer.

"I like to take a walk in the woods in the early morning, breathing in the fresh air and listening to the sounds of insects and birds. It feels very good."

Not wanting to answer the question, Sanpang's trick: deflect and talk about something else.

However, the readers below didn't think so. Every word of the great god was profound and meaningful. If I didn't understand, it must be because my intelligence is lacking and my comprehension is poor.

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